I don't want to be the favorite concubine of this palace anymore

Xiaoyun nodded in agreement, and An Muxi said, "Uncle Song, I have three prescriptions here. Take a look. They are the prescriptions for making pills."

Uncle Song took the three prescriptions handed over by An Muxi and looked at them carefully.

The more I read, the more surprised I was. One of the three prescriptions was for treating typhoid and colds, one was for treating diarrhea, and one was a recipe for an ointment for treating bruises and injuries.

The prescriptions and medicines used were very exquisite, and were somewhat different from ordinary similar prescriptions. Song Bo was a little excited. His ancestors were also doctors, but until now his family only knew how to make one kind of pill to treat coughs, and this was never taught to outsiders.

Unexpectedly, Miss An took out three prescriptions at once, and they were all secret recipes that could be passed down from generation to generation.

This made him very excited. Could it be that Miss An's ancestors were imperial physicians? She was so generous to give him the prescription.

An Muxi seemed to see what Song Bo was thinking, and said with a smile: "We are practicing medicine to cure diseases and save lives, but the cost of treating patients is still a bit high. Many poor families have delayed minor illnesses and turned them into major ones.

I'm not that noble. These recipes are made with the cheapest medicinal materials. I will teach you the production methods later.

You can start making a batch now and try to sell it. Don't set the price too high so that ordinary people can also afford the pills.

Once our place becomes well-known, the clinic's business will definitely be better.

Another point is that these recipes cannot be known to outsiders, so that we can produce them exclusively and better occupy the market."

Song Liang nodded in agreement: "Don't worry, Miss An, I will keep it a secret."

After saying that, Song Liang took out a piece of paper and handed it to An Muxi.

"This is the detailed account of the use of the last one thousand taels. I ordered two medicine cabinets, hired someone to paint the whitewash, and cleaned the yard. The rest was used to buy medicinal herbs."

An Muxi glanced at the list. Actually, she didn't know much about it, but it seemed to be very clear and detailed. She felt that Song Liang would not be stupid enough to destroy the trust between them for the sake of a little profit.

She nodded in agreement, and then said, "If Mr. Song has some simple illnesses in the future, you can let Xiaoyun learn to diagnose and treat patients. She has only learned the theory before, and she needs more practice. I'll leave her to you."

Before Song Liang could speak, Song Lan said enthusiastically: "Don't worry, Miss An, we will definitely take good care of her."

Song Liang was speechless towards his son. As expected, Xiaoyun felt a little embarrassed again as soon as he finished speaking.

At this time, Qiu Shuang and Qiu Yue brought back a maid in her fifties. As soon as Qiu Shuang came in, she said, "The master has bought someone back. This is Aunt Liu. She used to be a cook in a wealthy family. Later, when the family got into trouble, they sold all the servants.

Mrs. Liu, this is the owner of our clinic, you can call her Miss An."

Qiu Shuang also knew that it was not convenient to expose An Muxi's identity outside.

Mrs. Liu looked like an honest person and quickly stepped forward to greet An Muxi.

"Miss An, I am here to greet you."

An Muxi looked at Granny Liu and she looked pretty good. So she said to her, "From now on, you will live in the backyard of the clinic, cook for the people in the clinic, and help clean the yard.

Every month, I get one tael of silver. There are also some extra rewards during the New Year and other festivals."

In fact, many maids do rough and tiring work, but they get the lowest monthly salary. One or two taels of silver is considered good, and many maids only get a few cents of silver a month.

Aunt Liu quickly agreed, and An Muxi introduced her to several people in the clinic. Aunt Liu memorized them carefully.

Qiu Shuang handed the extra 42 taels of silver to An Muxi and whispered to her, "This is the extra silver.

Don't worry, my master. I have checked this old woman Liu. She is a poor person. Her husband passed away and her daughter died young. She is the only one left."

An Muxi always trusted Qiu Shuang's ability to do things, so she didn't say anything more.

At this time Song Liang asked: "Miss An, don't you know that the name of our clinic needs to be changed?"

"I've thought about this and decided to just use the original Song's Clinic. Clinics that are old and well-established are better."

In fact, An Muxi was afraid of trouble and also didn't want to reveal her identity.

"Uncle Song, if you have any questions in the future, you can tell Xiaoyun. She knows how to contact me.

I will come here to see patients once a week in the future. If Mr. Song encounters any difficult disease that cannot be solved, he can ask Xiaoyun to notify me.

And please clean up the empty room on the first floor of the backyard for Aunt Liu to live in."

Uncle Song wrote down these things, and then An Muxi took a few people to the medicine making room in the backyard and asked Xiaoyun and Song Lan to get the medicine according to the dosage on the three prescriptions.

She will personally demonstrate how to make the two pills and an ointment.

After getting the medicine, several people watched An Muxi's demonstration carefully. Song Liang watched intently and marveled at it. It took about two cups of tea to make two bottles of pills and a box of plaster.

An Muxi named them "Cold Pills", "Anti-diarrhea Pills" and "Dragon and Tiger Plaster", and told Song Bo and his men to make these plasters in their spare time and start selling them. The price was set at one or two taels.

Song Liang thought about it and thought that after deducting the cost and packaging fee, he could still make 30% profit. He agreed. You know, other pills are sold at least double the price. 30% is already a very low profit.

After all, An Muxi's intention was to use these pills to increase the popularity of the clinic.

After explaining these things, An Muxi felt very happy as if she had solved a big problem.

So he waved his hand, closed the shop, and said that the boss would treat us to a big dinner today.

A few people found a famous restaurant nearby called Ruyilou, which was recommended by Song Lan. He said he had been there before and the food was good. The waiter enthusiastically led them into a private room.

This restaurant is lower in grade than the Baiweizhai that An Muxi had been to before. The decoration is ordinary, but the prices are affordable and it is very popular among ordinary people.

It is also a place that some business owners like to patronize.

An Muxi didn't care about the decoration, as long as the food tasted good, just like those modern roadside stalls or fly restaurants, many of the tastes were no worse than those in high-end restaurants.

After they sat down, everyone seemed to be in a good mood. After the menu was brought out, An Muxi asked everyone to order a dish, and then she ordered three signature dishes and a beef soup. The dishes were served one after another while they chatted.

An Muxi greeted everyone enthusiastically: "You will know me when you get to know me. I don't like the distinction between high and low. Don't be polite, just eat as much as you want."

Xiaoyun, Qiushuang, and Qiuyue were all familiar with An Muxi, so they took the initiative to pick up their chopsticks and started eating. Then the others were no longer restrained and started eating. Sure enough, the taste here was quite good.

Just when everyone was eating quietly, they heard the voices of a man and a woman talking in the private room next door.

An Muxi frowned. This restaurant was low-end, but the sound insulation was not good. It affected the dining experience a bit.

"Xiu Xiu, don't be angry. I didn't expect this to happen. I heard that Song Lan's father had sold the Song's Clinic. Otherwise, how could his family come up with five thousand taels of silver to redeem him?"

The woman said angrily, "How come it's still operating normally after it was sold? Today I saw Song Lan and his father still in the clinic."

When Song Lan heard the voices of the two people, his face turned extremely ugly, and Song Liang was also very angry.